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Villonaud for This Yule

Towards the Noel that morte saison (Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!)Then when the grey wolves everychone Drink of the winds their chill small-beer And lap o' the snows food's gueredon Then makyth my heart his yule-tide cheer (Skoal! with the dregs if the clear be gone!)Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

Ask ye what ghost I dream upon? (What of the magians' scented gear?)The ghosts of dead loves everyone That make the stark winds reek with fear Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the memories that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine fashion)Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

Where are the joys my heart had won? (Saturn and Mars to Zeus drawn near!)Where are athe lips mine lay upon,

Aye! where are the glances feat and clear That bade my heart his valor don?

I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown meer (Who knows whose was that paragon?)Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

Prince: ask me not what I have done Nor what God hath that can me cheer But ye ask first where the winds are gone Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

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Ezra Pound

Ezra Weston Loomis Pound (30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972) was an expatriate American poet and critic, a major figure in the early modernist p…

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